Zheng Congyuan's expression flashed with panic momentarily, but his composure quickly returned, and he mockingly chided himself. After all, he had come prepared to be discovered by her, and being discovered was a matter of time.
Zheng Nianru gave a sly smile, gripping the man's hand tightly without daring to lessen her strength, afraid that Zheng Congyuan might try to escape the next moment.
"You're awake?" Zheng Congyuan asked, his voice husky and muffled in his throat, yet it carried more tenderness, "Did I wake you?"
"Of course, you think in the middle of the night, there's a person sitting by the bed, who wouldn't be startled?" Zheng Nianru spoke, trying hard to find a topic, trying hard not to appear nervous and make the situation awkward.
Zheng Congyuan raised his other hand, wanting to say that he wouldn't leave, but when the words reached his lips, he simply stroked Zheng Nianru's hair instead.
